Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.